Shao Hui stiffened. He picked up the pillow on his bed and hurled it at Mo Qiang, "Go away. I know you hate me even more now." He was not as smart as Yin Fu nor was he as pretty as Xie Jie. He didn't have anything to charm a woman.
With his bad temper and his coarse attitude, no one would like him.
"I never once said that I hated you," said Mo Qiang with a sweat drop trickling down her forehead. She walked over to Shao Hui who was sitting on the bed and said to him, "Who made you have such a misconception about me, it's inanity to think that I will start hating you for something like this when I did not hate you when you stabbed me in the back like literally."
"It was the front," Shao Hui sniffed.
